Monday, March 30, 2009


If wishes came true
you would wake up every morning
happy to be beside me
excited for the possibilities
the new day brings
eager to share them together.

If wishes came true
angry words would never have
been spoken or heard,
mistakes that can never be erased
would not have been,
and only mundane problems
would mar our little world.

If wishes came true
you would hold me tight as I cried
whispering soft words of comfort;
every tear would be kissed away
by lips sure and steady, and
strong hands would caress my back,
pulling me against you,
conveying all that words can't.

If wishes came true
you would fall in love with me
every sunrise and sunset
and you would know in your heart
that all is right,
that this is real,
that we are one,

©Angell 2009

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009


Hey everyone.

Been awhile since I've really blogged. It’s not for lack of things to say, but an over abundance of it. I don’t know where to begin.

First off, my resolutions have gone to hell in a handbasket. My health sucks, my energy level is non-existant, and what I do have I have to fake my way through. Emotionally, I’m a wreck. For reasons I’ve mentioned before, it looks like my husband and I might be separating. It’s actually to save us, because there are a lot of issues right now that I don’t think even councelling would help. But it’s heartbreaking, because I thought we’d been getting along better than ever lately. But lately doesn’t erase the damage years of fighting and mistrust has caused. I’m hoping that we can bounce back from this. I know I’m supposed to convince myself I’m a strong individual and I can bounce back from anything, but I can’t make myself believe it. Part of me thinks he’ll be a lot happier without me and my insane family.

I don’t think I’ve fully dealt with my heart attack. There are days I’ll just start having panic attacks at the slightest twinge in my chest. I can’t seem to keep it together. And then there are days that I feel that I should never have survived it. Because I don’t feel my life is worthwhile. I honestly can’t seem to think of one thing that I’ve done right in my thirty-four years here on this Earth. And some will say that I say that to elicit pity or wring complements from people. But I’m just stating a fact. To be honest, it disturbs me sometimes that I feel that way. But how do you stop the way you feel? I wish it was simple to turn feelings off – my life would be SO much easier.

Again, my job is a major source of stress for me, as is money. But I have to keep reminding myself to be thankful that I’m employed. Even if I am underpaid, and overworked, and there’s a ton of shit that finds its way into my job description daily. It’s better than being at home all the time. I did that during recovery. One or two days is nice, but then it’s boring because everyone’s either at work or taking care of their kids. And as much as I say I love being alone, I get lonely very quickly.

My house is a mess. No matter how hard I try to clean and organize, we just have too much stuff and too little space. I’ve gotten rid of bags of stuff, and thrown out what could be. I’ve tried downsizing wardrobes and stocked items. But it still always looks like a disaster. Which stresses me out too. I honestly don’t like messy things. I do like being organized. I just don’t have the tenacity that this giant mess needs. I get fed up very easily and just give in to the urge to pile it all up and sit and watch tv. Which is how I’m spending most of my time these days, despite having a notebook full of amazing (if I do say so myself) ideas for writing. Plus I still have the bachelorette party of the century to plan.

Logically, I tell myself that I can do anything I set my mind to. Logically, I believe it. However, somehow the message gets lost in the translation when I try to make my heart believe and agree. My heart seems to want to give up on everything, like it’s tired and can’t be bothered anymore. So my body follows suit. I feel old, and used up. A failure. The only saving grace is that I’m too chicken to actually take myself out. And I can’t afford a hit man (feeble attempt at a joke). As much as I’m miserable in my life, I simply cannot do that to those that love me.

I though that getting all this off my chest would make me feel better, but it doesn’t. Because I’m sure I’ve now caused some of you to worry about me, and that really wasn’t my intention. I could, in all honesty, not post this, and just keep it as a draft, but isn’t this what blogs are for? Sharing with your readers, and getting things off your chest? So I will keep it up, and hope that I haven’t caused any of you worry. Because there really is no reason to worry. Despite all this, I have no plans on going anywhere for a long time.

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Not the most Thrilling Post....

As a musicals fan, and a HUGE fan of the movie itself - I'm not quite sure how I feel about this.

LOS ANGELES (Hollywood Reporter) – Get ready for "Heathers: The Musical."

The influential 1988 dark comedy about high school, which launched the careers of Winona Ryder, Christian Slater and writer Daniel Waters, is stagebound in a production being developed by Andy Fickman, director of "Race to Witch Mountain," who is returning to his musical roots.

Fickman, who directed the musical "Reefer Madness," is working with "Reefer" partner Kevin Murphy, who is writing the "Heathers" lyrics and the book, and composer Larry O'Keefe, who earned a Tony nomination for best score for the Broadway version of "Legally Blonde."

The trio has worked on the production under the radar for some time. In a recent reading, "Veronica Mars" star Kristen Bell played the lead and Christian Campbell was J.D., with Jenna Leigh Green ("Wicked"), BrokeDown Cadillac lead singer Corri English and Christine Lakin (the CW's "Valentine") as the three Heathers.

The actors doing the reading will not necessarily do the musical; that depends on their availability when the play is mounted.

The project has the blessing of Waters, who controls the underlying rights to the material. Fickman said he sat down with the screenwriter early on "to make sure we were on the same page" and that Waters has seen the readings.

"He understood that our goals were to be creatively attuned to his original work," said Fickman.

The film offered many over-top-moments as well as choice lines, something Fickman is eager to bring out musically.

"'I love my dead gay son,'" Fickman quoted. "If you can get that into a song, then that is just perfect."

The creative team hopes to have a fully mounted regional production ready for 2010, followed ideally by a Broadway run.

What say you movie/theatre fans? Any thoughts?

(and yeah, I promise to get a better entry out soon...possibly tomorrow)

Stay sane inside insanity ~ and never forget your towel.


With love and pride